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[gunslinger]

Who: Jr. & you!
Broadcast: Video (Fleetwide)
Action: Marsiva!
When: nowiiiish

[ If the communicator enjoys being on when someone's still waking up, it's in for the usual wtfery treat, and the deceptively boyish voice of this little dude isn't going to soften the language any. He awakens quickly, knocking the communicator right onto the floor in his hurry to jump up, the visual now of the ceiling. ]

What the hell?! Where—

[ There's some shuffling and then hurried clacks of boots darting across the room (checking out that window) and then quietly lingering near some of the video screens. Angry yes, but he wants to figure out what's going on before he panics. It's only a minute or two with muffled sounds in the backgrounds before he runs off to explore, can you blame him? It's another ten minutes before a distant: ]

Sons of bitches!

[ is released off-screen, and those clacking steps close back in with surprising speed, the communicator jarring around so his face can come into view, and it's not a happy face (but still a kid's face). Not enough info, and he can't find anyone who has real answers. ]

Hey! Where are my guns?! Atromos! You another Testament?! You watching in your crystal ball, and you want a show?! [ Literally shouted like this is NOTHING NEW to him, despite his angrypants. ] You think I care? Can't even lock me up for real? You're either lazy or cocky!

[ Good luck even getting a word in, friends, as he's off destroying as much as he can. If something can be knocked onto the floor, it's gonna be. If he can grab it and smash it, he's gonna. If a telekinetic blast can slam it into a wall, then bam. It's not just a rage fit; he wants to piss someone off enough to lure them out for confrontation. Then maybe he'll get somewhere. ]

Hey, hey, your ship is a pile of crap. I've seen better ships flushed into Federation scrapyards! Uglier than sin and the charm's kinda lost with this tacky communication gear. It's better off this way, trust me —

[ A few lights shatter in bursts as he walks down a hall, but his tone is actually growing calmer (if sharper). ]

— but if you don't think so, you better come and join the party or tell me where my friends and crew are.

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[save_the_souls]

[This was a surprising feed to come across. Allen would know that destructive ball of deceptively child-like rage anywhere. And like Colette, Jr. was someone close enough that his heart doesn't immediately think to be cautious.]

Jr.!

[He sounds so happy and so relieved. He's missed this guy a lot- crazy destructive tendencies and all]

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[onlyanapple]

Oh. Wonderful. It's you. I did feel as if my life were missing something, and here you are.

[Such. Sarcasm. ]

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[gunslinger]

[ So happy and relieved that it rudely interferes with his anger. Confused and showing it, Jr.'s voice perks with a hesitant high note. That is a face anyone would recognize...and he sure doesn't recognize it. ]

Yeah? You the welcome party?

[ Except who of his enemies calls him Jr.? They like to yell things like 'URTV!' and 'Variant!' and 'Monster!' and 'Stop destroying my ship!' ...So who dis? ]

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[gunslinger]

[ That's a reaction he's more familiar with...sort of... This guy doesn't sound like he meant for him to be here, though. What is this fuckery?! ]

Most people don't know just what they're missing until I come along.

[ No time for that, Jr. (But joking aside, he still sounds tense.) ]

Who are you?

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[save_the_souls]

No, I-

[Oh no. No no no no. He knows that expression. The confusion and the complete lack of familiarity. He's seen it a hundred times before. Allen's happiness suddenly freezes and changes to fear.]

[How stupid he was. He saw Jr. and he hadn't even thought about things, no he just got too excited and-]

S-Sorry. I didn't mean to-

[That's right, it was time to run. At least, that's what his fear was telling him. Frankly he's not exactly thinking too clear here. He's reaching to turn off the communicator-]

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[save_the_souls]

[Buuut some golden ball with wings PROMPTLY flies into view and immediately bites Allen in the hand with those it's sharp fucking teeth because seriously Allen, fuck this noise and your angst]

OW! Shit!

[At least turning off the communicator is momentarily forgotten as Allen's trying to shake Tim off his hand.]

Get off! What the hell, Timcanpy!?

[There's just some hissing sounds in response from the little...thing that looks like a Quidditch snitch with a tail and wings]

[Welcome to Drift Fleet, Jr.]

[gunslinger]

[ ...That was embarrassing for you. No running off crying into space rain for you. ]

What's—

[ What a weirdass reaction. Jr. doesn't know what to think of it, unless the emotional whiplash is supposed to put him off balance (it's working). None of those reactions made sense to this little kidnapped dude. The little thing suddenly latching onto Sad Sir's hand gets a curious perk to his brow. It's kinda cute... ]

What's going on? Is that an observational unit? [ It seriously looks like one. LIKES ONE HE HAS DESTROYED. ] Who are you?

[ ARE YOU ENEMY? Jr. doesn't knoooow, oh god, being this confused makes him hungry. Someone bring him a sandwich. ]

[save_the_souls]

[They can't you destroyed the food dispenser you monster]

[Allen hears Jr., but he takes a moment more to pry Tim off his hand. It was a sharp enough bite to pierce his glove and skin. Who the fuck built this thing to have such an insane bite - oh right a crazy teenage Noah that explains everything. When Tim let's go, he'll hiss a bit more and Allen will glare at him as he cradles his hand] Fine! Fine! I'll talk to him! But don't think you'll be getting any of my dinner tonight!

[NO CIGARETTES EITHER YOU STUPID GOLEM. Either way, he'll look back at the screen. Guess he's stuck.]

Um- sort of. That's Timcanpy, he's my golem.

...I'm Allen Walker. I'm...one of the people who was also taken by the Atroma.

[gunslinger]

[ Noooo! ]

Golem?

[ He can only think of the oldschool definition...but that's not helping him here. Must just be a type of bot here, but holy shit bro get ahold of your bot! Being told he's also kidnapped immediately alters Jr.'s tone, the confrontational aspect easing off into something more...sheepish. ]

Okay, so maybe you can fill me in on what's actually going on? I can't pin down my coordinates... Hell, I can't figure out how to use this communication gear at all to send out a distress signal.

[ Shaking this communicator like THAT WILL SOLVE IT. Is this how Sad Sir Allen Walker got his name? Maybe he was just being a jerk and calling him a junior... Wouldn't actually be the first time. ]

It's practically alien!

[save_the_souls]

It's- [ugh not explaining golem mechanics right now] - It's something from my home world.

[Nailed it. Whatever. Time to go into the explanation, except-]

Stop shaking it! [THAT'S VERY NAUSEATING ON A VIDEO FEED.] We've been taken by Atroma, whoever they are, to be on some sort of...show. In space. No one here really knows much about Atroma at all, they don't respond to us that much.

The technology's likely unfamiliar because we're in a very different part of space than you were before- if not in another universe entirely.

[gunslinger]

[ 'Home world' is a noticeably different term than 'planet'. Another universe, though? He doesn't look like he's really humoring that idea much, despite everything he's seen. Space is huge, it's easier to believe it's just an unexplored galaxy. ]

But the UMN can still be accessed here, can't it? I need to try to open some channels to locate my team, either with this piece of crap or using this ship. Do you know how?

[ He is being rude, none of this stuff is 'crappy', but he'll say it until he dies! Enemies. ]

[save_the_souls]

Ah- no, sorry. I'm afraid that unless it's medical equipment, I really don't know much about how to use this technology. Nor have I ever heard of the UMN.

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[princessia]

[ Jr. has done such a good job at scaring Elize that she has resorted to using audio, instead of showing her face. Sure, he looks like a child to her. But she doesn't speak, or even know how to communicate with many other children. Especially very angry ones.

There's a moment of silence before she actually speaks into her communication device, feeling hesitant to talk to someone who had just thrown a frightening fit of rage. She can just cut off the feed if it goes too bad for her. ]

...

Uh... Atroma brings people here without their friends sometimes.

[ Her voice is small, shaky, and... a little distant, since she's not speaking too closely into the device. He might be able to drown out that voice with more yelling. ]

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[ino]

Jr. ...?!

[ She's gaping at the screen. She was not expecting to see you ]

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[gunslinger]

[ HE MIGHT...except Jr. definitely has a radar for scared little girl voice. It halts him quicker than even the guys acting so familiar towards him. Already presented with the real possibility that those he's talking to AREN'T his captors, he'll even...sound like he feels a little guilty.

Piece of shit, Jr., scaring a little girl. Such is the thug life. But this thug immediately changes his game. Little girl could still be enemy (I mean Realians can be scary mofos), but until that's proven...? Even he knows he should stop yelling in people's faces. ]

Yeah? Did they do the same thing to you?

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[gunslinger]

[ OKAY that's the second time. Not a coincidence! Coincidences are for suckesr who have not had his life. ]

All right all right, now this isn't fair. I know I'd remember a gorgeous face like yours. What gives, Miss...?

[ A pause, and then he actually grins. ]

A part of my fan club, maybe? I'd be happy to give you a personal autograph.

[ Terrible fact: he is not even (entirely) joking. Not like he would know all the members! ]

[gunslinger]

Not possible. How is this working, then?! What frequency? How do the ships—

[ Actually now believing maybe not his universe, because...the UMN is the UMN. It just is. Of course, Allen's already said he's useless with regards to this info. UGH. ]

Nevermind... Can you tell me if you've seen or heard from anyone named Shion or MOMO? Maybe KOS-MOS?

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[princessia]

[ He might have stopped yelling, but she doesn't sound any more at ease. Her voice remains distant, like she's afraid that he might suddenly snap at her any moment. ]

Y-yes. Um... [ A pause. Give her a few seconds to muster up the courage to speak MORE WORDS. ]

My... best friend isn't here. It's been about two months, I think?

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[ino]

[ She rolls her eyes ]

Ha ha, very funny. You know I --

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[ino]

[ She can see Allen's response now, though, and she kind of ... Droops ]

Oh. You don't remember.

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[gunslinger]

[ Baby girl is being smart there, but her scared little bird voice is perfect for making him look like he just kicked a puppy. ]

No way, two months? That's bullshit!

[ Muttered rather than yelled, but the edge to his voice is back at the prospect of being here that long. ...Or longer like some of these other sad sacks. Noooo. ]

Sorry. So what's your name? I go by Jr.

[save_the_souls]

[Ha...yeaaaah Allen has no clue at what Jr's talking about with ships there. Sorry bro he's a medic not an engineer.]

[MOMO...He remembers she was a young looking girl that Jr. knew in Paradisa. But here? No. So let's keep it simple for now and he shakes his head]

I'm afraid I haven't heard of anyone with those names here, sorry.

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[gunslinger]

[ Oh no. Is this a girl that Gaignun dated and pissed off? Bro did you burn a lady and then dump her angry self in front of Jr.?

But really, after Allen's reaction, and Crowley's, Jr.'s starting to sound less joking or pissed, and more concerned. He doesn't appreciate not remembering things, or being tricked by these people it that's the case. ]

I... Remember what?

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[ino]

We met in a different universe. There's a couple of other people here who should remember you from it too. It's just that sometimes when you leave that place it erases your memories.

Sounds crazy, I know, but it's the truth.

[gunslinger]

[ This is going well! Sorry Allen, he is losing his temper...again...big surprise... ]

Do you know anything?! I mean come on, offer up some details, I'm up shit creek without a paddle over here! Can you at least tell me if there are any shuttles around here, or escape pods?